Yeah. He just showed up, the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, offering a trip to London so he could produce an album of mine. Only--what you have to understand is it was like he was offering me salvation, but I didn't understand what it would mean to be a cog in the Brian Slade Machine, I mean, I couldn't have. I'd come close to hitting it big, but not in the way Brian was in the middle of doing. He had the whole rockstar life--crazy clothes, obsessed groupies, alien stage persona, glamorous wife, indulgent management, champagne and room service, everybody telling him how wonderful and talented he was. Larger than life. Which...it was fun at first, but it's hard to live a real life, in the middle of that.

[Curt knocks back a shot, which is actually sort of unusual for him before he gets too drunk to care about how alcohol actually tastes, but he feels that current circumstances require it.]

Everyone thought we were lovers, before we were, if that gives you any idea of how strange it all was.